Chapters 11-19 plus Epilogue and Author's Note

CHAPTER 11

Bureau of Justice Statistics on Capital Punishment

Lethal Injection Consists of : Single drug of Pentobarbital

Average Time on Death Row prior to Execution: 10.87 years

Shortest Time on Death Row Prior to Execution: 252 days 

Longest time on Death Row prior to Execution: 11,575 date (31 years)

Average Age of Executed Offenders: 39

Oldest Age at time of Execution: 67

Outside the window of the plane, fields formed a patchwork, blanketing the Magic Valley. After years of erosion, the Snake River cut a deep ribbon, winding through the fertile valley. Acting as their tour guide, the pilot shared that two different geographic falls occurred along this stretch of the Snake. Twin Falls, for which the city was named, now had one side of the falls dammed for electricity production. Two miles west, closer to the city, was Shoshone Falls, which was actually higher than Niagara with an amazing amount of water flowing over it each spring, before the farmers began tapping it to water their crops. Evil Knievel made a failed attempt to jump across the canyon’s span on a motorcycle/rocket in the 1970’s. If this wasn’t an overnight business trip, Seth would have enjoyed some site seeing.  Maybe another time, when he had someone to accompany him.

Tillie was more than willing to escort Seth on the quick trip, had he encouraged her. She was having trouble defining what “taking a break” meant. Till even volunteered to tend Barney Fife, but Barney was having a sleepover with grandma Marion. Seth had finally provided a furry grandchild at least. If things weren't how they were, Seth might have enjoyed bringing Halle along. She seemed like she would be a more trouble-free traveler than Tillie. He called before he left to postpone her visit to read his haunted rooms for a week. So he was flying solo for a few days. 

Seth avoided purchasing airline tickets last minute, but found a screaming deal from Dallas to Salt Lake City, leaving on Tuesday and returning on Wednesday. Flights to Boise were more expensive, though it would get him an hour closer. He considered renting a car and driving the last three hours, but decided to splurge and booked an additional short hopper flight from a local airline. It would be worth the extra six hours in  Twin Falls, he hoped. Seth hadn’t traveled for research in some time. 

The airport was tiny, just a land strip and small building, but Seth was able to rent a car. Public transportation in a city this size would be sketchy. He had reserved a room at the Best Western on Blue Lakes Boulevard, but stopped by the city park on his way to the hotel since it wasn’t time to check in yet.

Twin Falls City Park was surrounded on all four sides by roads forming a square. It must have been the city center at one point. Across the street from each side of the park was a public building of minor to major importance. On the far side of the road to the north, was the large, ornate St. Edwards Catholic Cathedral with its school next door. The eastern direction harbored the County Jail, and on the south and west respectively were a mortuary and the Twin Falls Public Library. A homeless person in this park had it made, reading, religion, justice and death all covered in one stop shopping. 

Green grass and mature tress of both deciduous and evergreen varieties filled the space nicely. A playground was off to the west across from the library and an old stone amphitheater stood near the center. Just behind the amphitheater, Joshua was discovered cradling Jonny’s lifeless body.

Seth wandered across the east-side street and up the tall stone steps into the Catholic Church. It was open, as most of them are, for patrons to come inside to worship. The stained glass windows depicting scenes from Christ’s life framed the space and filled it with multicolored rays of light. He could use more inspiration in his life. He scanned the room quickly to see if he might be lucky enough to run into the Priest, but silence reverberated off the walls echoing in the empty room. 

Next door at the school he had better luck. Mother Mary Catherine was the headmistress of the school and she along with two other nuns, Sister Margarethe Helene and Sister Angeline Teresa, represented the church’s scholastic needs for the students who attended there. The size of the school had shrunken in the last few decades, along with the number of woman who chose to take upon themselves the sacred vows. Most of the world did not feel the need for religion anymore, she feared, and their school was down to one small class for each grade at the present time. They hired a few non-nun teachers, devote Catholics, to help cover the diminishing load. 

“Are you Catholic young man, perhaps looking for a school for a family member? What brings you to our doors?” Habited and hopeful, Mother Mary Catherine asked.

“Actually, I am a believer, but not Catholic, sorry. I am here on other business. Could tell me anything about the event that took place here a little over a year ago, closer to two years now, in the park, the one involving two of your live-in students?”

Mother Mary Catherine’s countenance fell. She was well aware of the tragedy that had taken place. Of course a supposed murderer in their midst did not help the school’s population numbers either. 

“I hoped that story was old news by now, Mr….who are you? This is an excellent school. The state has already closed our home for homeless children, and distributed all of them to foster homes. Except Eliza Marie, who has chosen to become a postulate here, she was allowed to remain. Have we not suffered enough?”

“Sister, I apologize, my name is Seth Hoeffer. I’m truly not here to cause you more pain, just looking for information. Is there anything you can share with me about Joshua? And perhaps, could I speak with Father Brogan, before I head back home tomorrow?”

“Mr. Hoeffer, everything about that poor young man has been broadcasted to the world I am afraid. He left our establishment a few months before the evil took place, I am not sure why. He was always a good boy, a quiet boy, but never caused a moments problem when here. He studied hard and was kind to the other children. What happened did not seem in his character. I told the courts that. Father Brogan is away on church business today, but should be here in the morning. You are welcome to stop back around 10:00. We are a small, cloister just trying to serve our Lord and his children in this area.”

Seth thanked Sister Mary Catherine for her time and her service to her God, then left, promising to return in the morning. On the way out he saw a young woman in a simplified version of nun’s garb who must be Eliza Marie, the nun-to-be. Calling her by name, she turned briefly, before putting her head down and hurrying by. The girl was as skittish as a church mouse. Either she was not allowed to talk to men at this point of her training or she had been shell-shocked by the school’s history. There appeared to be  ghosts haunting St. Edwards as well.

After ingesting tasty meatloaf at a local diner, Seth drove around the town before returning to the Best Western and flipping through channels until he fell into a restless asleep. Morning came far too fast. He packed, dressed and headed back to the tainted parish wishing he driven by the falls, maybe they would have washed away some of the lack of clarity he was experiencing.

Father Sam Brogan was waiting for him in the chapel. The moment Seth entered the sanctuary space,  he knew this man standing before him was indeed his father; and not in any Catholic Father sort of way, the long lost Sam. Seth’s memories from two years old did not include a clear picture of his father’s face, but with every fiber of his being, he just knew. Even the priestly robes could not hide that fact that this man had sired him. For some unbeknownst reason, Seth also decided at that same moment, he would not give this man, who had abandoned him, the satisfaction of knowing he knew. Seth could have just made a phone call to Idaho, but he needed to come in person, to behold this Brogan, to look in his eyes and see for himself what he wondered. 

“Welcome my son, I heard you were looking for me? How can I be of assistance?”

The, “my son”, comment startled Seth for a moment before he realized that was a common salutation for a priest to use… or was there a double meaning there as well? Did his dad know who he was? Was he just messing with him? He wouldn’t put anything past Sam Brogan, even if a priest. 

“Father, (how ironic), I would like to take a few moments of your time if that is possible?”

“Anything is possible. Take a seat here on this pew and unload not only your feet, but whatever is on your mind.”

“I am here to ask you a few things about a young man who used to attend your school, named Joshua. Deep within the court documents, it mentions that you requested to have him sent to Huntsville after sentencing. Could you enlighten me on any reason you would do that?”

The Father looked down at his hands as he answered.“It was because of you Mr. Hoeffer, or Seth if I may call you that. I am familiar with your work. I know you to be a fair-minded man, showing compassion to even the condemned. I do not believe Joshua is guilty. I failed him here at St. Edwards and I hoped to perhaps give him a second chance with someone else who might care. I believed you would feel an extra connection to him. Joshua is an amazing young man.”

“I don’t know if I should be flatter or filled with trepidation. From only brief interactions with him, I would have to agree that there is something unique about the young man. Why do you think his is innocent, when a court of law found him guilty so swiftly? 

“There is nothing violent or vindictive in that boy. He is a scholar and philosopher, not a fighter. It is not in his character. I have no proof  and the prosecution did not seem to be looking for other options, so found none either, but let’s just say I have a higher source that tells me otherwise.”

“Did you call Seth Row Radio and ask about him?”

“I am afraid I did. I was not sure how else to get him on your radar in a timely manner.”

“Did you call again just recently, making strange statements about his possible parentage?”

It was Father Brogan’s turn to appear startled. “That one was not from me, I can assure you.  I was not even aware call of that nature took place.”

“Is there anything else you can tell me about Joshua that might help, as I cross paths and interview him? You realize I have nothing to do with the legal system, I can only bring forth information and shed light on the convicted’s situations?”

“I do know that, but I had nowhere else to turn. The justice system was not just. No mercy was shown. I have known this young man since he was an infant. He has studied at my knee and lived for the most part in a protected world here at the convent and school. Unless he has hidden tendencies for psychosis, he could not have done the crime he was convicted of. I knew Jonny as well. The boys loved each other as brothers. I believe that is the reason Joshua returned. He must have known Jonny was in jeopardy. I am not sure what caused Joshua to leave in the first place, perhaps it is all entwined. I do not have all the facts, but hopefully they will unfold before it is too late. Joshua has his own style of communicating, especially since the arrest. He has professed his innocence, but will not fight for himself. I am just asking that you do what you can for one of my sons.”

Had the Priest exposed a Freudian flash of his hand with his last statement? Did he know who Seth was? The man of God, or at least one who professed to be working for him, should be a poker player for sure. Seth could not read what was going on behind, what appeared to be, a sincere request for support. Two could play at this game. 

“I do my best to be objective and encouraging with every person I interview, I could not live with myself if I did otherwise. These men have nothing left when I cross their paths. I would never abandon them in their time of need.” Zinger to the Father, or father, who did abandon a little boy in his time of need. “I will commit to give Joshua due justice and look beyond the obvious, not for you, but for him. Every boy deserves to have a man they can count on in their life.”

The conversation was over. They shook hands good-bye. Seth thanked the priest for his time and said he would be in contact at some future junction. Long after Seth had left, Father Brogan sat on the pew, his head in his hands, hot tears flowing through his fingers. Shame had held him from revealing to Seth who he really was. He wondered if his first born son had any idea. In front of the priest stood a powerful, life-size statue of another famous first born son who had also been betrayed.

CHAPTER 12

Top three state numbers on death row: California-754, Florida-395,  Texas-254

It was already Thursday again. Seth was back in the saddle, after being bucked off for a fews days on his quick trip to Idaho. His thoughts were left lying there on Twin Falls’ fertile ground, focused on another prisoner. However, Harold Testerman was the star of today’s internet show and Seth needed to give Harold his full due, his execution scheduled for next week.  Harold has been ranting about conspiracy theories and spewing numbers. He appears semi-psychotic. Seth wonders how the system can kill a crazy man, but keeps reminding himself this looney scientist killed ten innocent people. 

“Mr. Testerman, If understand correctly, you feel the government has targeted you personally because they are afraid of the work you are doing?”

“You are so naive Seth, they are not afraid, but they want to keep all of us afraid. I do not deserve death, but I prefer it to being incarcerated by a government who will attempt to delve into my mind and purge data or place information they select into my brain.” 

“I was told that you did refuse a partial-pardon to commute your sentence to life in prison and also requested not to have the lethal injection?”

“Who knows what would really be in that needle, Seth. If their goal is to control us and our minds, I prefer to be executed in a way that they will not have an opportunity. I requested the electric chair or a simple hanging, nothing invasive, methods Texas has used in the past. Hanging was the norm for almost all executions until 1924. The laws changed then and the electric chair became Death Row’s most popular choice. In fact on February 8, 1924, five executions were done in a single day using the chair. Texas has performed multiple executions in a single day on several occasions, in case anyone wants to join my going away party. There is no law prohibiting it, though it has not been done since 1951. If I am hung or electrocuted, they will have less opportunity to tamper with my death or any part of me.”

Seth was really not sure who “they” were and he was not sure Harold did either. His goal was not to embarrass the man on his show, or take away his dignity before the end. He would not be surprised if the governor ordered a stay of execution to re-evaluate Harold Testerman’s sanity after watching this show, if the governor, or any of his staff actually opened the online broadcast. Right now, Seth needed to respond to Harold’s last comments before the pause was uncomfortably long, but just long enough for the convicted guest’s words to have impact. 

“Mr. Testerman, you always arrive so prepared with facts. Thank you for sharing your insights with America. Your mind is a continuous fountain of information and knowledge, who knows what you might have contributed under different circumstances. It will be a loss to the scientific community when you go and is unfortunate that you could not work within the constrains of this world, perhaps you can continue to offer your gifts in the next.”

Seth was not sure why he added that last part about Harold contributing in another realm. Maybe because the other world was overlapping this one frequently in his life and he hated to leave the listeners in a negative place. It was getting harder to be edgy, newsworthy and uplifting, which was always his goal. “Look for the good in the bad”, was becoming his new mantra. 

Seth signed off with his normal tag line and almost felt like he needed to give Harold a hug before they led him away, but close physical contact was restricted with prisoners. What was happening to him? 

The guys invited him to join them for a completion-of-the-show celebratory dinner, where he could fill them in on the findings from his recent trip, before the rebroadcast. But Seth bagged off, saying he needed to spend some time with Barney. Even to a dog lover it sounded like a lame excuse. Seth just had a lot on his mind to process and while the guys were great at brainstorming, he was more in an introspective mood. He was not ready to share, even with Bear, that he thought he had found his father. Who had become an actual Father. The man went to the ultimate extreme in an attempt to redeem himself in the role. 

“Rain check my men. Party hardy for me too. Thanks for pulling off another great show.” 

Was it great? It was difficult to be objective about what they were doing these days.

Seth entered his apartment to be welcomed by his tale-wagging, tongue-licking roommate. This kind of enthusiasm for his presence was rare, he was glad to be home. Seth decided to order in Chinese for he and Barn. Whomever else was hanging out in his home could get a whiff of timeless oriental spices, a win win all the way around. Seth placed the call for food, but did not feel settled at all.  Barney Fife reflected his restless mood. The dog paced back and forth, sniffing corners of the room. Suddenly Seth no longer wanted to be alone or without company with living human anatomy. He wondered if Halle made last minute emergency house calls and dialed her number as well. 

The girl and the food arrived together. Seth invited Halle in and paid the delivery boy. Feeling generous, he added a large tip. The boy whooped as he exited down the hallway. 

“You elicit strong emotions in those around you it appears, Mr. Hoeffer.” Halle observed smiling. “Does your emergency have anything to do with a Chinese dinner?”

“Not really, I had a tough show, the dog was sniffing corners and I did not want to be alone.” Seth fumbled. “I hoped maybe you could do part of my reading tonight or at least hang out and give me your impressions. Are emergencies extra?”

“No, once a client, all visits are included at the same price with the package you purchase. It seems I may need to deduct the cost of feeding me every time I come over though. That would be only fair. Hopefully the pungent, yet delicious, smells won’t obstruct or detract from any impressions.”

Seth looked at the bag of food still in his hands. “Of course, let’s eat first. I always think and work better on a full stomach. Then you can purge my demons.”

The two comfortably sat down again at Seth’s table to share the spicy meal, tossing tidbits to Barney Fife who received them eagerly…hopefully not with a bellyache later. Words came easily as they got to know each other better. Seth shared how he got into Seth Row broadcasting and even a little about Bear and Marion, his closest compadres. They were the important people in his world, but he rarely opened up about his personal life with a business acquaintance. Seth conveniently left Tillie out of the conversation, her presence did not come to his mind. 

Halle, which happened to be short for Hallejulah,  shared how she had been raised mainly by her father, Raul, and what it was like growing up in a psychic home. She could never get away with anything. Halle had not wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps,  she went away to college to study her passions, literature and philosophy. But her psychic skills became more pronounced and undeniable. By her senior year, other students were coming to her on a regular basis for assistance with their paranormal issues and supernatural needs. She did not choose the business. It chose her. She gave up, graduated, and became her father’s junior partner. Literature and philosophy still came in handy. The knowledge she amassed at the university helped her decipher some spirits she comes across. 

Their appetites satiated, Halle got down to business, “I want to read you first and then I will tell you any other presences I detect in the room. After that, you can decide if there is anything you would like me to pursue further, maybe on a follow-up visit. How does that sound?”

“Not so sure I like the idea of being read personally.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not painful or scary, big guy. I will just tell you what I see in the aura that surrounds you or the energy you are presently emitting from your inner self.”

“I guess, but stop if I ask you to, okay.”

“Your aura is currently low, Seth, like you’ve been feeling some stress, or something is sapping your energy.  Relax, shut your eyes and take a deep breath.” The room was quiet for a moment, there was a stillness. “I see three colors surrounding you. An aura is often expressed in the colors of the rainbow, each identify different things that are a part of you. Right now green and orange are radiating around your core or body. Orange reflects a productive nature in your personality, creative expression, an adventurer, courageous and business focused. Green usually means you are social in nature, content, in harmony, a teacher, communicative, quick-minded, love people and animals.”

“Haha, I like what I am hearing so far. What is the other color?”

“Floating around your head is a stronger aura of white, which may be why spirits feel comfortable in your presence and try to connect with you.”

What does white mean? I am not saying I believe in all this, but it is interesting research.”

“White is generally present in people who have a spiritual, transcendent nature, those who function in higher dimensions with etheric and non-physical qualities. Your translucent roommates may feel you understand them, Seth.”

“Crazy stuff. Not that you are crazy, but this whole concept is new and wild to me. Go ahead and let me know what else or who else you find in my apartment if you can.”

“There are at least three distinct and different energies present that I can identify. The first is a very mature spirit. I think they have already crossed to the other side, but have a connection with you Seth. Could be a family member who is watching over you, a guardian angel of sorts. They are hanging in the background, content, more observing. This is very common. Most of the people I do a reading for have a similar spirit near them. It should be comforting.”

The second presence is not as comfortable, not totally at peace, but they seem to feel safe here with you. Perhaps they are not quite ready to cross. There is an element of timidity or fear of what is next, but a respect for you. You are not in danger. There is no darkness or evil in the presence, but I can feel a tumultuous history.  No effort is being made to share anything, just boarding for a bit it seems.  

“That one is probably Amos.” Seth interjected, “He was a Death Row inmate who found the light before his death. I found his calling-card in my bedroom one day.  Never knew we bonded.”

“Those on the other side can see things we often cannot. He trusts you.”

“Anyone else?”

“There is one other young or immature presence, most likely new to the other realm. I believe this soul is trying desperately to communicate, but has not developed the skills needed yet. This one needs time. I doubt it will go anywhere until he or she has shared their message.”

“Great. How can learn to understand the message, so it can leave?”

“Patience. None of the energies here are going to cause you any harm, all will move on when ready. I would not recommend trying to force them out, unless there is a real issue. The first presence will come and go. The second, will be gone for good at some point. And the last one, I can come back in a few days, or next week, to see if the message is any clearer if you would like.”

“So, I am just going to be living with invisible roommates that don’t pay rent? No wonder some of my friends find my place creepy. Yes, I want you to come back and share with me any message. It might be important. In fact, I don’t really want you to go yet tonight. Want to watch a movie with me and Barney Fife? How about Ghostbusters? Not the new chick version, but the classic original? Don’t take offense. I am not making fun of what you do, but it seems like an appropriate parody for the night.” Seth speaking too much, too fast, gushed out trying to get Halle to stay. 

“I’m not a big movie buff, but it could be entertaining, in a “research-way” as you say. And I won’t even charge you for the time.” Halle joked.

Seth popped in the DVD and the two sat down on the soft microfiber couch, with Barney jumping in between them. Seth was willing to give up his favorite chair in hopes of getting closer to the girl, but the dang dog beat him to it.  He would have a heart to heart with Barn about date etiquette and how to be a better wing man later. Halle was running her hand along Barney’s back, scratching his hard to reach places  and the dog looked in ecstasy, lucky beast. Seth threw a blanket over the three of them and they settled down to enjoy the over-the-top comedy about paranormal investigators. He hoped Halle would find it funny. 

They viewed most of the movie, laughing and chatting, but before the film finished, all three had fallen asleep overlapping and entwined on the sofa. 

CHAPTER 13

Random Texas Death Row Facts:

1) Offenders on death row receive a regular diet, and have access to reading, writing, and legal materials. Depending upon their custody level, some death row offenders are allowed to have a radio.  

2) One of the most notorious offenders to be executed was a member of the “Bonnie and Clyde” gang. He and another man escaped from Death Row, only to be captured and returned. He was executed May 10. 1935. 

3) The State of Texas has executed brothers on six occasions.

The trio woke the next morning still tumbled together on the couch. The situation somehow not nearly as awkward as it should have been. Halle’s hair was all tousled and her make-up, for the most part, had vacated her face, but she did not seem to care. She just chuckled about having slept with a man she barely knew, but found comfort in the fact she at least read his aura first. Seth’s no-overnighter rule had been unintentionally broken, with no regrets. Tillie would be irate.

Halle gathered her few things, a backpack type purse and a her phone, and thanked Seth for the nice night…treating her to both dinner and a show, haha. She reminded him to let her know when he would like her to come back, to see if she could interpret the invisible newbie’s message. Seth promised he would be in-touch as she swooshed out the door, sucking some of the room’s energy and light with her.  Seth wondered what color her aura was, along with everything else about her. He realized he was actually more attracted to her brain than her body, though there was nothing wrong with her body either. Maybe it was her essence, the total package that mesmerized him. Halle was a unique girl. She may the first woman that really fit in his unconventional world. He could almost imagine a future Halle Hoeffer….what was he, in junior high?

Seth was still reliving last night, when his mom arrived bearing coffee and donuts.

“Good morning Seth! I thought if I dropped by this early, I might catch you still at home and surprise you with a little non-nutritious breakfast.”

“Always a pleasant surprise Ma.” Seth lifted an old-fashioned and a bavarian cream filled donut out of the specialty box. “But I know you, there is always more to the story. What’s up?”

“In truth, I was a little worried about you after yesterday’s show. You did not sound like yourself, son.  I just needed to see for myself if you are okay.  Did something happen on your trip? And who was that darling little brunette I just spoke with in the hallway?  She seems delightful.”

“Both of those questions will take much longer to answer properly than I have time this morning, but I can give you the crib note condensed versions.”  

“I am willing to take whatever you can give, please put an old mother’s mind at rest.”

“Neither are very rest-inducing answers I am afraid. I have not told anyone yet, but I think I found dad. It looks like long lost Sam is now a Catholic priest living in Idaho.”

“Certainly you must be mistaken, Seth.”

“I don’t think so Mom, I am pretty sure it was him, but I am going to check things out further.”  

“Now that would be a bigger surprise than my donut breakfast! And what about the natural beauty? Do you have a new female figure in your life again? What happened to Tillie?”

“Her name is Halle Valentine, you actually met her father, Raul, at my door one night before I got home. Remember?” Marion nodded her head that she did. “Well, she was here to give my apartment a psychic read, since so many odd things have happened. Tillie and I are on a break.”

“This, Halle, had a very warm smile Seth. I have a good feeling about her, she has something instantly like-able. Try not to let your strange life run her off too.”

“Not likely mom, Halle likes my strange life more than I do. She is even making friends with it. Just wait until she reads your aura. And for the record I did not run Tillie off.” Yet, he thought.

Marion’s concerns abated a bit as she ingested some mother/son time.  She was never one to wear out her welcome and was gone before an hour had passed.

Seth showered, shaved, ignored Tillie’s phone messages and texted Junie B. : “Just wanted to alleviate your fears and let you know I finally had one of your paranormal people come by. You can stop sending them. You were right my friend, I do have translucent visitors. Luckily they appear, or disappear haha, to be harmless. Thank you for having my back. Hope we cross paths soon.”

There, that was a save, he moved Junie back to the friend-zone gently. Now she would not be expecting a lunch date anytime soon. Junie really was a great girl. Maybe he should set her up with one of the guys. Gun had a girl, but Joey and Jake were available. What was he thinking, he had enough on his plate without adding match-maker to his many tasks. ‘Seth Row Relationship Specialist’, that would be a laugh. His specialty was ending relationships, not starting them, besides his two decades with brother Bear. 

The bathroom was still steamy as Seth wiped off the mirror to complete his final grooming needs. Over his shoulder he saw what looked like words written on the foggy shower door.  Turning around to see more clearly, there was definitely something scrawled on the glass that could not have happened brushing by with a body part or towel.  The marks looked like letters of the alphabet, but did not spell any words Seth was familiar with. He jotted down ‘non peccavimus’ before the letters evaporated with the rest of the moisture into the air. His metaphysical friends were back. 

Seth phoned his friend in the flesh and asked Bear if he could meet him for lunch at the Campuzano’s. This Friday they did not have a Seth Row Special. Death Row was slow for the next few weeks, thank goodness. Seth needed to share his father-findings with his best bud, before he heard elsewhere, and also felt the need for Mexican food. The combination sounded satisfying. 

Over a plates of shrimp fajitas and Bear’s chimichanga, Seth shared the story of his encounter with Father Brogan, thee father Brogan. Bear, like Marion, was skeptical at first. But Seth was not known to jump to conclusions.  What were the odds that this Joshua case would lead them to Seth’s Sam? 

“Are you sure Seth? That is mondo huge!”

“99% sure. I want to verify it, but my gut tells me it is indeed so.”

“What do you plan to do with you new-found double father?”

“Not sure yet. Father Brogan doesn’t know, I know. I want to think things through first. But I wanted you to know why I have been so distracted since I got home. I also had my apartment sort of supernaturally de-bugged, or at least, unmasked. It has been a busy week.”

“Hey Seth, why don’t you take a few days off the first of the week to figure all this new news out. I can handle things on the Row. ‘Bear Row Radio’ has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? And if I don’t feel like I can put off the interviews, I will post-pone the guests and play a ‘best-of’ re-run. No sweat. How about it? I can even put the team on the sent of the Priest and have us all digging on the mysterious Joshua?” 

“I’ll take you up on the offer. I am only running on half my cylinders lately and my brain is clogged with more than you know.” In his mind Seth was listing them …Sam, Joshua, Junie, Tillie, Halle, Amos, the unknown dead family member and young spirit trying to communicate. “I will owe you Bearman. I haven’t even asked you about Ainsley and the proposal.”

“All’s good man, we can catch up on me next time. I plan to propose to Ains on the 4th of July. Since she is the fireworks in my life, seems appropriate.” 

Seth could think of other analogies to go with that holiday. The day celebrating liberty and the Declaration of Independence did not scream ‘I want to be bound to you in wedded bliss forever' to him, but he only said, “Let me help however I can, I’ll even be your Cyrano de Bergerac if needed.”

“You don’t have a big enough nose and would probably steal my girl too, but we’ll work out something. Thanks.”

“One more quick question Bear, do you have any idea what the words ‘non peccavimus’  mean?”

“No idea Seth, but you were always more the scholar than me. They sound like Latin. Just Google them.”

Seth didn’t know why he had not Googled them before, perhaps subconsciously he did not want to know. Especially, when he was alone in his haunted bathroom, but now he hastily typed the thirteen letters onto his phone key pad. Upon the screen appeared the words ‘Latin for not guilty’.

The men finished their meal in relative silence, having said what needed to be said. Their bromance was intact and had carried them through tough times before. Both sat reflecting on their futures, as they chewed tortillas.

CHAPTER 14

The first recorded execution in Texas occurred in 1819 with the execution of a white male, George Brown, for piracy. In 1840, a black male, Henry Forbes, was executed for jail-breaking. Prior to Texas statehood in 1846, eight executions, all by hanging, were carried out. Upon statehood, hanging would be the method used for almost all executions until 1924. Hangings were administered by the county where the trial took place. The last hanging in the state was that of Nathan Lee, a man convicted of murder and executed on August 31, 1923. The only other method used at the time was execution by firing squad, which was used for three Confederate deserters during the American Civil War as well as a man convicted of attempted rape in 1863. Texas changed its execution laws in 1923, requiring the executions be carried out on the electric chair and that they take place at the Texas State Penitentiary at Huntsville (also known as Huntsville Unit)

Seth lay wide awake staring up at the ceiling. It was after 2:00 A.M.  and eery light from his laptop screen danced off the walls, ricochetting around the ceiling, casting cyberspace shadows. The crown molding looked mottled. He had not used a nightlight since he was ten, but he did not feel safe, nor secure, in pitch blackness within his walls anymore. Seth had considered getting a gun, but realized the ridiculousness. He placed his old wooden baseball bat under his bed for protection, but again what good would that do? Barney had become a watch dog and slept at the foot of Seth’s bed, enabling him to relax minimally. 

Who had written the cryptic message in the mist? Definitely not Amos, he confessed his guilt. His guardian angel? Not likely, sounded like he was more an observer of the three ring circus. Man-boy could have joined the paranormal party, but again, he professed his guilt. And Harold had been given a one month stay of execution to allow for another set of psychiatric testing, so he was still in his physical form. Seth would certainly have noticed Harold in the shower. That left mystery guest number three. The one Halle had felt was still learning to communicate. His skills seemed to be improving rapidly if so. 

Seth slid the laptop off the nightstand onto the bed.  He may as well make these after midnight hours productive. Typing ‘Priests in Idaho’ into the empty search box at the top, several options came onto the screen. He had not known there was a ‘Priest Lake, Idaho’ in the northern part of the state, but chose to click on the ‘Diocese in Boise’ instead. Several faces, whom Seth assumed were Catholic Clergymen in black dress with white collars, appeared on the page.  At the very top next to a man dressed in red robes was the name, Bishop Peter F. Christensen (ironically, even Christian was in his last name Seth noticed), with the date May 25, 1985, beside his picture. Brown eyes, short brown hair covered with a red skull cap, cleft chin and slight smile, starred out at him in the dark room. The man did look like he would be able to console a troubled soul. The date must represent when he was ordained, or whatever they called it in the Catholic Church when they took their vows.

Under Bishop Christensen were nearly ninety men of various ages and ethnicities with an ‘Fr.’ before their names. Some were listed as retired. These white-collared men must be the Fathers or Priests around the state of Idaho. Although ‘Fr.’ could also stand for Friar, if they lived in the days of Robin Hood. Seth had no idea there would be so many. They all looked like they were probably nice men, however there were a few he might worry about confessing his sins to.  Who knew from a picture really? Seth scrolled down the pages until he saw the familiar face. There is was official …

Fr. Sam T. Brogan, 

St. Edward the Confessor, Twin Falls, 

and Our Lady of Guadalupe, Twin Falls 

December 25, 2000

There must be two Catholic Churches in Twin Falls, perhaps was why Father Brogan was out when Seth first went to St. Edwards?. And the date, interesting, Sam became a Priest the same year Joshua was born, less than a year after for sure. He wondered what the significance of that could be, perhaps nothing. Seth opened a few more sites reading information on the infamous case in Idaho before he was drowsy enough to dose off for a few hours before it was light.  

Seth was still in the thick, lack of sleep haze, when Bear called the next morning. 

“I know you’re taking a few days off for R and R, but drop by the office if you can. We uncovered something you are going to want to see. It will be well worth your trip in, Bro.” 

Seth didn’t shower or shave before he dropped by work. In addition to his current small aversion to his bathroom company, he was on vacation. He hadn’t been in the Row building for a few days. Bear had done a bang up job as fill-in host and he had not been needed until now. Bear and Jake were hunched over a computer screen when he walked in.  Joey, the resident computer whiz, aka hacker, was seated on the chair manning the keyboard.  He had unearthed from the deep dungeons of the State of Idaho Vital Records, a birth certificate they all wanted Seth to see.

“You may want to take a seat before you read it, Seth. This info is enough to knock you off your feet.”

Seth saw he was looking at a birth certificate for Joshua. His mother’s name was listed as Eliza Marie with the family name as ‘Brogan’.  Seth sat stunned, he felt like he had been punched in the gut by a heavy weight boxer, but continued reading. The line for the father’s name was not filled in, but Seth had his suspicions. Sam must have traveled the country after leaving him and his mother, making other little boys to abandon, and the fact he was now a priest was disgusting. 

“Did you find anything on this mother, Eliza Marie? That name sounds familiar.”

“No, but look at the bottom of the record. Joshua’s birth was a twin birth. There may be another little Joshua or Joshetta out there somewhere, unless his twin died at birth.” Joey pointed out. “This record was in a hidden file, not with the mainstream records. Someone did not want this baby to be found.”

“I have a sneaking suspicion who that may be. Anyone willing to take a bet our favorite priest had a hand in it? Catholic Fathers are not really supposed to be creating children, just tending to those our Father in Heaven has already created. I need to make a call to Idaho.”

Seth dialed St. Edwards School and spoke with Mother Mary Catherine, who informed him the priest was away for a few days on a personal emergency. Father Brogan could have several emergencies in his life on a regular basis, Seth imagined. She took a message and said she would have him call when he returned. Seth pressed, saying it was of grave importance, but the nun did not know how to reach Sam and apologized. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to disappear as easily as his nefarious father. Frustrated, Seth thanked Joey and Bear for their stellar efforts and headed home to follow the leads he had available. They promised to call if they found anything else. 

Seth supposed he could have stayed at the offices searching with the others, but his mind worked best solo. It was weird, but he felt the spirits in his apartment wanted to help him find the things he was looking for too. He had two teams to work with, on both sides of earth’s curtain, he joked to himself. He turned off his phone for more focus and delved in.  Seth was not a detective, but his criminology studies and journalism skills gave him an edge in deciphering data. 

After a few hours, there was a knock at Seth’s door. At first he decided to keep working and just ignore it, but the person on the other side was not going away, instead the rapping was getting more insistent. Barney waited expectantly and jumped up on his paws to escort his master to the door when Seth finally gave up and answered the pounding. This was a day for surprises. Seth immediately figured out what, or at least where, Sam’s emergency had taken him.  Either Junie B. had called in an exorcist, or the rumpled Priest at his threshold was Father Brogan in the flesh.

The man was not as priestly appearing as he had been before. His eyes looked haunted and his face haggard. It was apparent he had not shaven in the past few days and his attire was quite wrinkled. Sam could use a shower and some rest. Seth wondered how a priest would get along with ghost number three in the family bath. Father Brogan waited to be invited in, while Seth pondered his options. He did want to speak with the Priest, but was not sure he really wanted him in his home. Maybe he should invite Marion over and they could have a sad little family reunion. 

Finally Sam broke the silence. “I did not tell you everything when you were in Twin Falls , Seth. I have been on a bus for 48 hours to get here. Could I please come in for a few moments?”

Seth wanted to say no, and slam the door in this abandoning liar’s face, but his journalistic curiosity got the best of him. What could this man come up with to say in his own defense? He really would like the whole story. 

“You can come in on my conditions. You promise to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God. And leave immediately, with no discussion, when I ask you to.”

“I can live with that. I am not the monster you must think.” 

“Oh, and no defending or making excuses for yourself, just the unemotional facts.”

“The no emotion part may be difficult. It seems you know who I am. I am so sorry, Seth.”

“No apologies. Only the facts. I knew who you were the moment I laid eyes on you, you scumbag. I’ll try to be professional, but it would almost have been easier to find out you were dead, than alive, strutting around pretending to be a religious man while you continued to be a stud service for other sons.”

“Oh my, oh my…you know even more than I thought. It is not what it seems Seth. Please give me a chance to explain. I know you are sharp, I have followed your career with a father’s pride.”

“You do not deserve to even say that. I am no longer a Brogan, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Oh, I noticed, with deep regret, even though I knew it was fair. I was not there for you Seth, but it  is not what you think. I was weak and ashamed. I felt you were better off without me. I have lived my life to try to make amends.” Sighed the deflated father.

“Just explain to me one thing, is Joshua also your biological son?” 

‘That is another story.”

“A simple yes, or no, will do!”

“Yes.”

‘You sicken me. I did not think even you could stoop so low, tell me, was his mother a nun? The name Eliza Marie sounds familiar.”

“No Seth, she was not a nun at the time and I was not a priest. Eliza was a postulate, studying to take her vows when we fell in love. I worked at the convent and school as a handy man to help however I could. After I left you and your mother, I was lost and not sure what to do with my life. I wanted absolution I suppose, and turned back to my Catholic roots. I did not mean for it to happen, but it did. Eliza was a lovely gentle woman who felt her higher calling was to be a wife and mother. So we were married by Father Fitzgerald, he was the priest at St. Edwards at that time. I continued to work for the Parish and so did Eliza. It was a peaceful place and time.”

“Get on with it. I am not here to hear your replacement love story.”

“Eliza became with child, but she was a tiny woman and she was carrying two babies, twins. Her pregnancy was complicated and the babies came early. Eliza did not recover from their birth, but both babies lived. Now, instead of a second chance, I had ruined another family’s lives. I hadn’t known how to provide for one child, now I had two more, with no mother. I gave them over to the convent to raise at the school and orphanage. My grief was so great, I prayed to die. Father Fitzgerald is the one who suggested I study to be a priest.”

“How is that even possible?! I thought priests were supposed to be celibate, not in competition to see who could physically ‘father’ the most children! And you had been married, twice!”

“That is what I thought too, Seth. But Father Fitzgerald informed me that there are a hundred married priests in the United States alone today. He saved my life. I will never marry again. I have dedicated my life to God. I can be a Priest, but never a Bishop. I am content where I serve. We decided it was best for the twins to never know I was their real father, but I could look after them as their spiritual Father, Father Brogan. I thought is was working out well. Until Joshua went missing, only to return a few months later to be accused of Jonny’s murder. It has been nightmare.”

“Do you realize that this nightmare has you as the central boogieman! And you keep saying twins. Is Joshua’s twin still alive?”

“Yes, I think you may have met her briefly. Eliza Marie, the young postulate from the school. She was the only live-in student allowed to remain. I had to fight hard to keep her there.”

“So I have a half sister as well?!. The taser shocks just keep coming.” Seth sat down in his comfortable chair to compose himself. Barney sat beside him and licked his dangling hand. The dog had an emotional barometer and could sense his masters angst. Seth wanted to ask the priest to leave, but instead out of his mouth came the words, “Do you need a place to stay? You could probably crash on my couch tonight and I can drop you off at the bus in the morning, unless you would like to see Joshua before you go back. I am meeting with him to shoot some clips this week and could move it up to tomorrow.”

“That is more than I can ask for my son.”

“Please don’t call me that, in whatever aspect you are using it, it makes my skin crawl.” 

“I apologize, it is a habit and I do consider you a son, even if I have done nothing to deserve the relationship, maybe one day….”

“Unless I covert to Catholicism, doubtful. Just enjoy the couch and we can figure the rest out in the morning. The bathroom is down the hall, you look like you could use a good scrubbing. Seth tossed the bedraggled Father a blanket before exiting to the privacy of his bedroom to digest and regurgitate  the things he had just ingested. What would Marion think about his new roomie? Ten to one, she’d find this robed man more haunting than his sheet-less ghosts.

CHAPTER 15

The youngest person ever executed in the U.S. during the 20th Century was a teenage boy George Stinney Jr. convicted of murdering two young girls in1944. George was black and just 14 when he was sentenced to death over the killing of two white girls, aged 11 and seven. He was later exonerated 70 years after he was sent to the electric chair for the crime.

Today a person has to be at least 16 to be executed in the U.S.:

SIXTEEN AND ABOVE (1 state)

North Carolina

SEVENTEEN AND ABOVE (5 states)

Georgia, Louisiana, New Hampshire, South Carolina, Texas

EIGHTEEN AND ABOVE (25 states)

Alabama, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Delaware, Florida, Idaho, Indiana, Kansas, Kentucky, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nevada, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, South Dakota, Tennessee, Utah, Virginia, Washington, Wyoming.

The force field between the two worlds was in flux all night long. Lights turned on and off sporadically, even the TV turned on once for no apparent reason. Seth was not sure if those-he-could-not-see were excited or rebelling against the priest sleeping on the sofa.  Whatever their motivation, they were busy boys.  Seth let Father Sam fend for himself in his kitchen the next morning scrounging up breakfast. He fed Barney and grabbed a granola bar and Coke for himself.  Fuel for their Huntsville shooting spree, shots only in the camera-sense of the word. 

Bear had been exasperated that Seth allowed the Priest on a ride along. Their travel-talk was hampered by the man in black. The rest of the guys found it entertaining and their guest intriguing. They anticipated Emmy quality interactions from the combination of characters…Father and sons (all of them), father and son (Seth) and father and secret son (Joshua)…the cinematic combos were endless. Seth hoped he hadn’t orchestrated the road trip from hell. 

It turned out to be surprisingly easy to get a man of God into the prison. Conceivably the team could keep an extra set of robes in the van for prison visit emergencies, if not too sacrilegious. Warden Walker gruffly greeted them and showed them to the usual area they used for production. He’d heard through the grapevine that the network was looking to broadcast a live execution and considering Huntsville’s latest young celebrity. Walker had concerns and was going to ‘watch them all with hawk eyes using night vision googles’. The image was intense, but a comic relief for Seth. Maybe they could make another ‘Birdman’ movie with the warden.  But the other idea, of a live execution, was repugnant. He hoped to never be a part of such a production.

Sam the Priest was in his element, visiting with every prisoner whose path he crossed, as if campaigning for a future penal transfer. While Seth, Bear, Gun, Jake and Joey wired the room. A couple of the inmates who had received permission to assist as production indentured servants, helped with the process. Theoretically, learning a skill they could use on the outside one day. 

After about thirty minutes a bound Joshua was led into the room. His impassive face not able to hide surprise at seeing the priest as he entered. Father Brogan requested a few minutes alone with the boy, which Seth denied, saying maybe when they finished. For now Father Brogan needed to make himself invisible, one of his better talents. The Priest was escorted out of the room to watch through soiled glass.  Joshua was less than engaged in the charade. Seth wondered why the boy even allowed himself to be a part of their show when he looked so bedraggled and forlorn about the escapade.

Icy green eyes peered from hollows in Joshua’s face.  “I have already shared all I know.”

“You were never put on the stand. Think of this as a time to speak in behalf of yourself and share anything that might give understanding the courts may have missed.” Ventured Seth. “You could tell us about your sister?”

“Never. How did you find out? Please, if you have any mercy in your exposing heart, Eliza must be protected from all this. I will not say a word, until I have your word, she will not be identified in any way. It does not matter what happens to me.”

“Of course, if that is your wishes. Off the record I would like to know more, but that can wait.” Turning to the production team,  “Guys, please make sure any references to Eliza are edited out of the final piece. Okay Joshua, what would you be willing to share?” 

The teen’s eyes gained light, glowing from their depths in the grayness. “Once there was a small fold of sheep, watched over by a hired shepherd, because their master was far far away. A wolf in sheep's clothing entered into their midst, the care giver unaware. The wolf looked like the sheep, but under his wooly coat was hidden what he really was. One of the original sheep saw beneath the surface and wandered off looking for safety among greener pastures. He was cast as a black sheep or purple sheep or marked in an identifiable way as less than desirable, when under his wool beat the heart of a real lamb. He tried to find a safer spot for the others, whom he had grown to love as they grazed together, but he was just one lost sheep. Now branded. The mother ewes had left their baby lambs as well. They were so vulnerable. They did not recognize the wolf, until it was too late, and he carried off one of the littlest lambs. The sheep-herder, filling in for the master, was released from his full-time duties with the rest of the flock. Only one little ewe still roamed the fold fearing for her safety, but not knowing where else to go. So she pulled another cloak around herself and hoped to be hidden and not betrayed.”

“Tell us the meaning of your story? Are you the black lamb Joshua?” Seth almost whispered. 

“We are all black lambs, I fear, or like the little ewe, unable to see the wolves in sheep’s clothing around us.”

“Why don’t you lead us to the wolf? Save those you can?”

“I cannot. I am sorry.”

“ Are you the wolf?”

“If I were the wolf, I would have devoured myself.  No, the beast is not I.”

“I want to understand why you will not defend yourself? Help us.”

“There are things that cannot be seen and things that cannot be said. Truly, it does not matter what happens to me at this point. I am at peace….as long as Liza is safe…I can leave the disbanded fold in peace.”

“What do you know about your parents?”

“Nothing. Only that they did not want me.”

“What if I told you that I have seen your birth certificate and know who you mother is, her name was also Eliza. She did want you, but could not keep you. She died shortly after your birth.”

“Then I shall see her soon…  After I am gone, could you let Eliza know she was not abandoned by everyone in her life, on purpose anyway? That would be the greatest gift you could give me.”

“Yes, I promise to speak with Eliza. Anything else? I am struggling to make sense of this. Help me Joshua.”

“Help I can no longer give, but it is there, all around you, you just must be open to and access it.”

The young man suddenly drained of whatever shone from his eyes slumped forward. The extra battery pack of energy that had been propelling him had run out. Seth, feeling compassion, said they could be done for the day. Sam began slapping the window and pointed to his chest. 

“Father Brogan would like a few minutes with you Josh, if you are not too worn out.”

“ I would prefer not to see him, but I suppose it doesn’t matter either way.”

Before going back to his ten by seven foot bleak cell, Joshua’s home away from home, the Seth Row team gave the priest and his second biological son a few moments alone to catch up. Seth would have loved to remain in the room and see what went down between the two. He wondered if Sam would let the boy-con know the other father role he also held in the boy’s life, the one he had kept hidden. Was he better to this son than he had been to him? Maybe it was easier to be loving when it was from behind the mask of the priesthood. But if Seth had to pick, he would rather be standing in his own shoes than his half-brother’s.  

The boy did not look comfortable at all. He was obviously not excited to see his religious leader. Was it due to the feeling he had let the man down or from being let down himself?  It was hard to tell. Was the teen inmate an accomplished actor? Had he committed the crime and feigned his innocence? If not, did he know who the actual murderer was? Was he covering for someone and if so why?

Josh did not look frightened, but some dynamic was off.  What else had elusive Sam left out of the family equation. Seth still had more detective work to do. After five minutes the male bonding moment between the two was over and with it whatever Seth might have learned from eavesdropping. 

The ride back to Waxahachie was not any better than the ride there. Bear sulked, Father Brogan ruminated and Seth felt like his brain was exploding with all the pressure of sorting through input from the past few weeks. He was unusually more objective and aloof with the facts he dealt with daily, but this time it had become far too personal. He could not see clearly. 

 Seth’s phone vibrated. As a rule, he did not take calls on this drive. This was time to debrief with Bear about their projects, but the car was quiet and Bear was behind the wheel, so Seth picked up the call. Their producer from the network, Brin Gillette was on the line. Brin was a powerful woman in the TV world, but her normal business persona sounded almost giddy with excitement as she laid out her newest idea and proposal. She confirmed what Warden Walker had alluded too. CBS wanted to be the first of the mainstream channels to broadcast a live execution.  Brin felt America was ready for it. Violence in the media sold news. The escalation of videos on youtube and other internet sites with the highest volume of viewers were from three main categories…porn, music videos and violent acts. She had a vision of a Seth Row Special combined with, or ending with, a live televised execution.  The execs felt that the combination of a notorious, yet also sympathetic character, like the young convict currently being held in Huntsville would be dynamite in their line up. They were giving Seth the ‘ultimate opportunity’ to host the execution of his brother. However, she did not add the identity of the teen, Seth nonverbally did.

Sickness filled his soul. Seth listened to the cheery plans of his superior droning on and on. There was absolutely no way he wanted to take any part in this gruesome exploitation, but he could not get the words out. His intent was, always and forever, to bring people to life, not slay them on air. Instead of answering, he feigned a poor connection and promised to call Brin back when he was back in the office.  He needed time to review his contract with CBS and see if there was a way around participating in this ugly death-for-dollars scheme. His two car mates remained oblivious to the impending plot of the next Seth Row Special and Seth wanted to keep it that way for the rest of the ride. This kind of carsickness would be catching. 

CHAPTER 16

It is rare for a woman to be given the death sentence in the United States. Of the 3,146 persons on death row in the U.S. as of February 2013, only 61 of them, or 1.9 percent, were women. Of the 61 women who were on death row in 2013, 13 of them were convicted of killing their their husbands and/or boyfriends, 12 were convicted of killing their children and two killed both their husbands and their children. Only 568 female executions have been documented since 1632, which constitutes 2.8% of the total known executions in the United States since 1608. Since 1973, 162 women have been sentenced to death, and only 11 have been executed. That is less than 1% of the 1,099 executions since 1976. The last female executed was in Texas in 2005. Currently, there are 51 women on death row, which comprises 1.5% of the 3,350 persons.

Seth and Bear dropped Sam off at the bus station as they drove into town. It was time he headed back to his parishioners. Seth knew the right thing to do was to spring for a flight back to Idaho for the priest, but he was still too angry. Mostly out of guilt, he slipped the priest a ‘Benjamin’ for any extra expenses he may incur on the journey.  It felt like shelling out money as the plate passed in church. They said brief good-byes, with Father Brogan mumbling he would be in touch. Seth just nodded. Either way he would survive and this man was just another complication in his life. He wasn’t feeling the fatherly vibe. Seth chose not to mention the dilemma he faced from his recent phone conversation with Brin Gillette. Maybe a man of the cloth could have given him some insight on the matter, but he was used to winging it without any kind of father. 

When the priest had vacated the car, Seth shared with Bear about the call he had received on the drive. Bear, already frustrated from the tag along, nearly exploded. An exit clause to release them from doing the live execution didn’t come to mind, but he said he would go over the contract with a fine tooth comb and bring in their lawyer on it as well. Even though Bear was used to ‘killing’ the opponent on the football field, killing someone on camera, came too close to terrorist footage in his book.  Seth was glad they were in sync on this one. They still had some time to get this figured out. 

Seth’s coping mechanism to deal with stressful situations was to change track and focus on something else for a few days. He had another sticky wicket happening with his love life which would help distract him. His six week separation from Tillie was coming to its d-day culmination. So, Seth decided to deal with his lady loves, putting the women in his life in order needed some TLC too. Not over thinking the Seth Row Special request might give some time for his thoughts on it to drop into place, like a game of tetras. He never was good at that game.

First on his list was Junie Blue. He had put her off with texts for long enough, so Seth met her for lunch at the Dove’s Nest. The quaint restaurant was sort of a chick gathering spot in the historic downtown. The home-cooked southern food was served up surrounded by home furnishings and antiques. Seth hoped that Junie would draw a gay-guy-friend-type message and not think it cried romance. He need not have worried, Junie was cool. He wished things would have been different between the two of them, but they made much better friends than they did a couple. 

Seth thanked her for her concern with the supernatural happenings at his house and told her he was finally using someone she had sent. Junie picked up on the more-to-the-story dialogue and Seth confessed he liked the paranormal reader, she sent, as more than a psychic. Laughing at providing match-matcher services, Junie admitted she had not planned on sending a blind date for Seth, but was happy he found someone who might be able to understand him and his invisible roommates. She   shared she never thought Tillie was right for him in any way. Then was embarrassed to find out the two were still together, for now, and tried to suck back some of her words. Finally she embraced them.

“You know Seth, you deserve better than Tillie Morgan. I know to the eye she has it all, but you two are not a good match. If it cannot be me in you life, keep looking. Sounds like your little Psych may be a winner. And you know I will always be there for you, in whatever capacity works for us.”

The pressure was off with girl number one. Junie B. graciously remained in the friend-zone at the Dove’s Nest. If he was filming an episode of ‘The Bachelor’ she might not have received a rose, but might be voted Miss Congeniality by the rest of the cast.  Too bad things probably would not go as smoothly with girl number two…aka Miss Matilda Morgan. 

              

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Tending to Tillie took much more finesse. Meeting in a public place was essential for two reasons. One, a home cooked meal at his place would not be reward enough in her eyes for their time apart, unless Seth planned to offer dessert in the bedroom following dinner. And two, they needed to be in a location that prevented her from expressing the full extent of her wrath if things went sideways.

Seth arrived early at Five Sixty by Wolfgang Puck on Reunion Blvd…appropriate street name if she noticed the detail…to set the stage and create a positive opening. Other patrons recognized him, most just stared, but a few brave souls spoke. Until Tillie made her normal, or even above normal if possible, impactful entrance. Every head, men and women, in the restaurant turned as her loveliness sashayed past. Long blonde locks, which usually cascaded around her shoulders, were swept up in a glamorous bouffant hairstyle. Her back and white wardrobe was replaced for the night, by a stunning red, formfitting dress. Soft folds of it swished with each step around her perfect knees showing glimpses of toned legs above shapely calves. A thin waist was accentuated by full breasts, the dress’s neckline left something to the imagination, making it even more alluring. The effect had surely been strategically planned and the effort paid off. Seth was not sure any human male could resist her charms. But he was prepared, even if he did not paint as striking a picture in his tailored gray suit and black button up shirt with open collar.

“Darling.” Tillie greeted with a kiss on his cheek that would leave a lipstick mark. She was already branding her territory. “I have missed you so much. Your little experiment has built up the excitement, I can almost touch the energy between us.  We have so much to talk about. Who should go first?” 

Yikes, they did have much to discuss, but not necessarily what Miss Morgan had in mind. He had planned to share his thoughts over dessert, but did not want to lead her on during dinner. However, it felt the gentlemanly action to let the lady go first,  not only because he was not ready, Tillie may deal better with his news if she had had the time to pour out her plans beforehand.  

“Lovely ladies go first. And may I say you look even more ravishing than I remember, Til.”

“That was the point Mister Hoeffer.” Till teased.  “I have been a very busy girl, ready to make you one lucky guy. Would you like to hear about the apartment or wedding venue first?”

“Surprise me.” This was not going to end well, unless he followed along with Tillie’s plan and married a woman he had not business being with. How far would he go to keep the peace? But if he lost this battle it would just be the beginning of the war. 

“I will save the best for last… I put a refundable deposit on a penthouse unit in the One Dallas Center Luxury Apartments on Harwood. They are absolutely perfect. Modern open design, excellent views, even a bar, more for entertaining since I know you’re not much of a drinker. I was not sure if you would prefer a two or three bedroom, so it is a flexible deposit.  It seems you are so excited you can barely speak.”

“Wow.” Was about all Seth could rummage to the surface. If he married Tillie he would never need to make another plan the rest of his life, he would just jump in the car and go along for the bumpy ride. 

“I know, I know…and that is not even the best part. I found the perfect place for our wedding. You are an old fashioned, traditional kind of guy, this venue has elegance, charm and is even in a church for your religious mother. Have you heard of Bell Tower Chapel and Gardens in Fort Worth? It will set a perfect backdrop for our lives together. The chapel was constructed with 1920’s Neo Tudor-style architecture with a distinct steeple and working bell. It has cast stone arches and stunning stained glass. It will be like getting married in a fairytale…our own little castle surrounded by twenty acres of scenic gardens. I am so excited for you to see it. Unless you would prefer a destination wedding somewhere exotic?”

It was far worse than Seth had imagined and the worst part was that he had set himself up for the fall. Letting Tillie go first made it impossible to get out of this gracefully. 

“Wow again. All of this is so hard to believe. Let’s eat and let the news settle over our meal and I will share my info with dessert. How’s that?”

“Must be pretty sweet, I will let your news be my only dessert.” Till obviously proud of herself with the analogy, didn’t press for more. 

Seth’s food did not go down well and he could not come up with anything creative to take the sting off of his offering. Honestly would have to be the best policy and hopefully the least painful, like pulling off a bandaid quickly.

“Till, I am sorry, I did not come up with a more appealing profession for you in our six weeks apart. I enjoy what I do, for the most part, not some recent events maybe, and think it is worthwhile.”

“No problem sweetie, we still have time. I can always help you with that too. I have lots of ideas and connections. Seth Row has been a great place to make a name for yourself and will open many doors.”

Seth was sure all she said was true and that was a large part of the problem. He felt castrated by her.

“Please wait Tille, that is not all, it gets worse. A lot has transpired in six weeks, I found my dad and need to sort through some things that came along with that knowledge. You are the complete package for some lucky guy, but not me. Not now. And really, not ever.”

He had spared her the part that absence had not made his heart grow fonder, but more absent. He had not really missed Tillie much at all and that was not a good sign. Tears filled her eyes, but did not spill over the mascaraed lashes. Seth was not sure if she was broken-hearted at the end of the relationship or just sad all her plans had been for naught. He did feel compassion for the beautiful woman. He hated to hurt anyone. He had to look at this was that he was saving them both much pain later, after living years of a loveless or at least superficial relationship built on not eternal things.  Tillie Morgan was rarely rattled and was able to compose herself quickly. 

“I must admit, I am disappointed. I am rarely surprised by a man Seth. I think we could be a good team. I could make you the man you were meant to be Seth, regardless of who your parents are. I hope you don’t regret this, because once I walk out of this restaurant, my ship has sailed and I will be moving on. Maybe still into One Dallas Center, it was pretty remarkable.”

I, I , I…never we, that portrayed the problem in one large letter. She had not even asked anything about the identity of his father. She probably planned to make or re-create his identity as well. Tillie Morgan would always be okay and land on her manicured feet because she had “I”…herself….and Seth wanted to be a bigger part of the equation. 

“I am incredibly sorry. Truly Tillie. I did not intend for things to go this way. I wish I could tell you differently, but I think us parting ways for now is for the best, for both of us. Your life will be incredible and amazing with or without me, that is guaranteed. You deserve more.”

To Tillie’s credit, she did not dash from the room, but sat and calmly completed their time together at Wolfgang Puck’s table.  Perchance she was giving Seth a few last minutes to reconsider his dreadful mistake. After he paid the check, they embraced one final time. The heat from her body warming him, but not arousing as it would most men. Things felt final. Tillie had not received ‘The Bachelor’s’ rose, but been sent home. It was not the fairytale ending she had hoped for, but Seth felt relief with no regret.

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That left girl number three. The one who did not even know she was in the running for the metaphoric rose on his imaginary Bachelor episode. Seth gave Halle Valentine, psychic extraordinaire, a phone call and left her a message explaining he had had another paranormal incident and asking her to drop by when she could. He was not sure how to introduce the topic of enlisting her services as more than a psychic, best not even try to leave that on a voice message. 

The next evening around 9:00 P.M. Halle showed up. It had seemed longer then twenty-four hours as Seth impatiently waited. Her bouncy brown curls and personality warmed up the room. Seth really liked having her around. Her impact was immediate. 

“I got your message and came as soon as I could. Took a chance you would be around tonight. What’s new? Or how can I help?”

Seth wanted to blurt out that the way she could help was to date him. But stayed in the safe lane by telling her what had been written in the mist on the shower door. That got a bigger reaction than if he had asked her out. 

Halle gasped, “Your newbie is growing and getting better at communicating!” How exciting. Who do you think he or she may be?”

“Not sure. Unfortunately, I know too many people that have been convicted as guilty in my line of work. It could be someone that was executed, who has returned to state his innocence, I suppose. Nearly half of those on Death Row still claim they did not do the crime they were convicted of, at the time of execution, so that leaves a long list of possible shower buddies.”

“I think you can limit it to those who lost their lives in the past few years, the spirit seems fairly fresh to his new state. I would also guess this one was younger when they passed on. Their presence does not feel matured and I don’t think they are done here. There is more they need to express, so be open and ready. I wish I could just pull it out for you, but it is a process. I can stop by every few days and check on any new developments in their communication.”

“That would be outstanding. Yes, please do.”

More time with Halle was just what Seth wanted to work towards. He was not an impulsive man, but  something about this, or her, made him feel like a teen again. Words from The Chainsmokers and Cold Play’s new song, ‘Something Just Like This”, came into his mind. Seth wondered if one of his phantom roommates was prodding him on.  The words fit what he was feeling…he was not looking for someone with superhuman gifts, even though Halle may have some. He was not a superhero and did not need a fairytale, but the line ‘Just someone I can turn to, somebody I can kiss’ , was exactly what he wanted. The line kept playing on repeat in his mind. Someone here must want him to kiss her or was he projecting his wishful thinking? He wanted the same thing, but wasn’t ready. The words would not stop. 

“Halle, there was one other item of business I needed to discuss with you…well not business really…you would not be paid for these services….that came out wrong…I know you don’t perform those kind of services for money…DANG…just… would you be willing to go on a real date with me?”

There he had said it, it was out of his mouth, but the lyrics of the song did not abate. “And I need to add that I think someone here wants me to kiss you. I know that sounds really weird. Sorry.”

“Well, I must say that is the most unique pick up line I have ever had. Blaming things on the unseen presences in the room I see. You are good, playing to a psych’s weaknesses.” Halle laughed. “But I am picking up matchmaking vibes from your crew. I guess even the deceased need a little romance.”

Who know weirdness worked with some women. Halle was her own breed and this was the first time he wanted to thank his extraterrestrial tenants. 

“I would hate to disappoint them. Who knows what they would do if we do not respond. It might help us communicate better with them too.” Seth stretched, as he moved closer to Halle Valentine. She did not move away, but appeared open to the idea. The pressure was on. He even had an audience.

Seth felt awkward as he moved in for the kiss, but the moment he took her smiling face gently in his hands, all awkwardness ended. Maybe the spirits intervened in his behalf, but it was the best first kiss, or any kiss, of his life. No thought went into the angling of their noses or opening and closing of eyes, things just fell delightfully into place. Soft, slightly open lips met and met and met as their kiss turned into kisses. It was not an electric experience, there was no shock or pain involved. Magnetic was more the word he would use. Their lips connected as if pulled together and every time they parted, reconnected almost immediately. He would inhale her if he could. The connection of their lips seemed to connect their souls as well, he could feel every emotion she was feeling. Her psychic skills had been passed to him, like gum in the mouth when french kissing. Eventually they had to take a breath and separated to take everything in.

“Whowziers! What was that!?”

“Well, I am an empath as you know and can pick up on other’s emotions. My ability is often heightened when I touch the person I am reading. What I think happened, occasionally, there are people that also receive emotions when touched by an empath. I believe you are one of those persons, Seth. As I was experiencing what you were feeling during our kiss, you could also feel my emotions in return. Double the pleasure you might say, but it can also double the sadness at times.”

“That was incredible. I am going to enjoy kissing you…unless I end up receiving that you do not feel pleasure during it. That would be a buzz-kill. May I officially ask you out on a date for this weekend? You can come read the room and then I will escort you beyond these walls.”

“I would enjoy that. This relationship could get interesting. I need to go now, but will see you in a couple days.” 

Halle definitely ‘received the rose’ from Seth, The Bachelor, this round. Just when he thought his life could not get any crazier, he gets romantic assistance from beyond the veil and finds he has return empath skills. Sort of like being a rare genetic match with your partner, but this wasn’t for some exotic disease. It could get fun determining the potential. Three days seemed like an eternity to wait to tap into Halle’s emotions again.

          

The last female connection Seth made, in his estrogen fused few days, was a call to his mother. He just needed to hear Marion’s voice telling him everything would be okay…even if it were not true. He knew he would also need to tell her about the visit from his robed father. That was not a discussion he was looking forward to having with Marion. He hated to hurt her again, with the incredible story of her ex’s continuing escapades.  But he could do bad news/good news and end with telling her about his hook-up with Miss Halle Valentine. Leaving out a few of the more juicy non-mom-need-to-know details of course. 

CHAPTER 17

Five members of the media are allowed to witness executions, divided equally as possible between the rooms containing the offender's and victim's witnesses.

 A representative of the Associated Press is guaranteed one of the five slots. Other media members must submit their requests at least three days prior to the execution date; priority is given to media members representing the area in which the capital crime took place. The Huntsville Item (the local newspaper for Huntsville, Texas) generally covers all executions, regardless of county of conviction. Generally, other newspapers will only cover executions where the crime was committed within their general circulation area. College and university media are not permitted to be witnesses.

The past few weeks were some of the best of Seth’s life, despite the drama that was being played out around him. Halle came by regularly to communicate with his apartment dwellers and they even escaped on a few dates. She was an easy breath of fresh air with empathic lips. His mother liked her, his dog liked her, the relationship part of his life felt right for once. 

However, that didn’t erase the fact he was still dealing with one of the biggest dilemmas of his professional life at work. Today’s Seth Row Radio Show was focused on Joshua and his impending execution. The team decided to hold the radio broadcast a week earlier than usual due to the fact they had not been able to figure out a way out of the execution episode and Seth wanted to give himself more than a few days to prepare, if he had to face that up front and center. 

The callers, so far, had not been gentle in their opinions, using the words twisted, demonic, con-kid, sadistic, etcetera, to describe the incarcerated teen. Seth was just waiting for a mob to call in chanting ‘Crucify him,  crucify him’! His listeners were already crucifying the young inmate verbally. Megan from Des Moines just expressed that Joshua was a fake and a brutal boy, trying to draw sympathy due to his age, he deserved to die and she would be happy to watch it happen. Ouch. When did his female fans get so barbaric? He could picture a group of agitators storming the studio with pitch forks, like the scene from Beauty and the Beast when they were going after the Beast yelling ‘get the Beast, get the Beast’. It was probably good Joshua was safe behind bars. Seth thanked Megan for her call and picked up the line with Felicity from Twin Falls.

“I wasn’t going to call in, but I cannot listen to this tirade against a decent young man any longer.”

“Felicity, thank you for your call. It will be refreshing to have an opposing opinion. Why do you think Joshua is a decent human being and not the demon he has been portrayed?”

“Well for one, my daughter attended the same school Joshua did, St. Edwards,  for a few years and he rescued her from bullies.”

“Would you be willing to share more details of what happened with our listeners?”

“I will try to, to the best of my memory. It has been three to four years ago now. My daughter Becca was not a popular girl at the school. We did not have a lot of money, like many of the students family’s who go there, we enrolled her at St.Edwards for religious reasons. Even thought the students wore uniforms, she was sometimes teased about her clothes and the way she wore her hair. Little things, nothing major, we just told her it was the others, not her, and she would have to deal with those kind of people her whole life. 

Then one day a few of the most obnoxious boys drug her into the boys bathroom. I am not sure what they planned to do with her in there…beat on her, heaven forbid, abuse her, or maybe just embarrass and scare her. Luckily we never had to find out, because Joshua came in after them. He was tall for his age, but not strongly built, he could not have taken on all three physically, but Becca said he never intended to fight them.”

“What happened then? What did he do?”

“In Becca’s words, he just looked at them with staring eyes. She said everything got very quiet. The biggest boy asked if he planned to rat on them. Joshua said no, but he had a message for them. The boys were still acting all bravado and tough, but asked him what was the message. Joshua told them he knew from a higher source, or something like that, whatever they chose to do to Becca would be acted out upon each of them in the days to come, if they proceeded.”

“Doesn’t that just show or prove he was violent?”

“No, you don't understand, Joshua was not saying he was the one going to exact the punishment, only witnessing that it would come. He was a gentle soul. Always kind to the underdog when we knew him. I know people can change, but I would be shocked if he changed that much.”

“So what did the gang do?”

“They let Becca go, scuffing they never planned to do anything anyway, just scare her. We transferred Becca to a public school not long after the incident, but I did hear that something unpleasant happened to each of those boys before the end of the year. Joshua was not involved in any of the abuses, but he predicted them.” 

“You do not think Joshua caused bad things to happen to the other boys?”

“No, I am sure not. But there is something different about him. He is in tune with things most of us are not. I would hesitate to be maligning him, like your other callers.”

“Thanks for your input Felicity.” Seth was having trouble being objective with this one. Maybe he should just tell Brin Gillette that Joshua was his brother and asked to be recused, due to conflict of interest or blood. He was just not ready to share their linked lineage with the world yet. He could foresee, without any special gifts, that would unleash a media frenzy which would not be pretty for any of them. He wished he had foresight like his half-brother or could read the room like his gal pal. He could not do this right now. He was done.

Seth found a song, Bittersweet Symphony seemed appropriate , to play over the air while he looked for a sound clip from one of Texas’s Senators discussing the laws on the Death Penalty.  When the Senator’s voice began to drone on, Seth walked out of the sound booth. He knew the recorded interview lasted for twenty minutes, so would fill the rest of his air time. What was he going to do?  Bear accosted him before he could get out the door.

“Where’s the fire boss? Need some help?”

“Gees Bear… you startled me. I just needed some air, off the air, before I meltdown. This one is far too close. I cannot get a handle on it. Do you think the guy is guilty? Tell me what to do.”

“What do you want to do, Seth?”

“What do I want to do? I want to go get mitts and a baseball and play a round of catch with the guy, maybe throw a three-way triangle with the priest too, and get to know my family members, away from all this ugly. It is too late for what I want to do. What I don’t want to do is watch Josh get executed and not be able to do a thing about it.  This just sucks.”

“Our lawyers say you are bound by contract to host the show if the network wants it. Sorry my friend, their paperwork is ironclad. I haven’t been able to talk Brin G. or the NBC Gargantuas out of the idea either. Let’s focus on getting the governor to extent the time, that might be our best hope at this point. What do you think?” 

“I think I am going to go call my sister. Could you close the show for me.”

Seth wandered out onto the sidewalk and dialed the number to St. Edwards School in Twin Falls, Idaho. Mother Mary Catherine answered the phone. 

“Could I please speak with Postulate Eliza Marie? This is Seth Hoeffer. It is very important.”

“Eliza Marie is in novitiate classes right now, may I take a message for her?”

“No message, it is vital I talk to her. I promised. Please have compassion on me Mother Mary. I can wait for you to get her.” Seth sounded a bit over-dramatic even to himself. 

“Hold on,” was the brief reply and then Seth heard steps shuffling away from the phone. Before too long a meek, “hello” came across the phone line.

“Is this Eliza Marie? If so, I have a message for you.”

“Yes, I am Sister Eliza Marie. Who would give me a message?” The voice was not much more than a whisper,  young and sweet sounding.

‘My name is Seth Hoeffer. I promised your brother to tell you something.”

After an audible gasp on the other end, Seth proceeded to share with Eliza Marie the information he told her brother. He had seen their birth certificate, their mother had died giving birth. She had not abandoned them and he was sure she loved them both dearly. 

“My mother was named Eliza Marie too? And she studied to be a nun before I was born? Soft weeping could be heard through his receiver. 

“I am so sorry. I wish I had better news for you.”

“No, thank you. This is wonderful news. I feel connected to her somehow. Maybe she is watching over us from heaven. Did you find out anything about our father?”

“Not yet,” Seth lied to the nearly-nun upon making a swift decision to spare pain, rather than be totally forthcoming, and that news should come from the Father, “but I am working on it.” 

“Bless you Mr. Hoeffer. May I ask for one more favor? Can you do anything to help my brother?” 

“I am working on that too Eliza, but it doesn’t look good. Telling you about your mother and not sharing your identity with the media were his greatest concerns.”

“Yes, Josh is like that, always thinking of others first. Please let him know how much I love him and I pray for him many times a day. One of the perks of studying to become a nun, lots of prayer time.”

“I will pass along your return message to him for sure. Anything else?” Seth wanted to hug the frail girl, through the phone. He wished he could tell her she had another brother closer than she knew and a father, who was a Father, right next to her, but it was not the time.

“Not for now. Does Mother Mary Catherine have your number should I need to get in contact?”

“Not sure, I will leave it with you, or her. And please do call if I you think of anything I can do.

The call ended far too fast, but Seth could not think of any reason to keep her on the phone, without admitting he just want to get to know his half-sister better.  Now he was the one who felt like crying. He had kept his promise to Joshua at least and needed to careful not to put the press on to Eliza Marie’s scent.  A seventeen year old twin sister of a convicted murderer on Death Row was big news. If he wasn’t going to get to interview her, no one was. 

CHAPTER 18

Defendants can seek judicial review of the sentence and also appeal to the Texas Board of Pardons and Paroles for commutation of the sentence to life in prison. The Board, after hearing testimony, decides whether or not to recommend commutation to the Governor of Texas. If the Board recommends commutation, the Governor can accept or reject the recommendation. However, if the board does not recommend commutation, the Governor has no power to override the Board's non-recommendation (the law was changed in 1936 due to concerns that pardons were being sold for cash under the administrations of former Governor James E. Ferguson and later his wife and Texas's first female Governor Miriam A. Ferguson).

The only unilateral action which the Governor can take is to grant a one-time, 30-day reprieve to the defendant, and can do so regardless of what the Board recommends in a particular case. Since Texas reinstated the death penalty in 1976, only two defendants sentenced to death have been granted clemency by the Governor after a recommendation from the Board.

Seth didn’t feel like going back into the studio after Eliza’s call. He wandered aimlessly for awhile until he realized he was heading in the direction of his mother’s house. He started to jog, then run, it felt good. He probably should have put on running shoes or workout clothes, but he didn’t care what people thought. It might add interest to passers-by pondering his plight, a business-dressed man running down the road. He didn’t care if he was recognized. 

Even the car parked in the driveway on Wildflower Way, did not deter him from barging through his mother’s door. But he took a step back, when he realized Raul Valentine was seated at his mother’s table, like he lived there. Seth was nearly positive his mother was not having a paranormal incident, so what in the world was going on?

“Seth, what a nice surprise.” Then noticing his sweaty, unkept appearance and crazed look… “Why do you look like you are strung out on drugs? Oh, and I believe you know Mr. Valentine.”

“I am not on drugs Ma, I just ran over here from work. I wanted to talk to you, but I’ll come back at a less-busy time. I did not know you had company.”

“Raul and I were just finishing lunch, you are welcome to stay.”  Raul, perhaps picking up on psychic vibes or at least socially aware, added to Marion’s words, “In fact, I am just going to take off. Say hello to that girl of mine for me. Hope she is giving you good serve, she seems to be over at your place a lot lately.”

“Halle has been very helpful. Thank you. Don’t leave on my account.”

“No, its fine, I’ll be back later.” Raul stood up to go, but leaned in and gave his mother a peck on the check before exiting. Was Seth’s whole world inside out? No wonder his mother had taken the news about Sam so well. She had finally moved on, and he could not fault her for being attracted to a Valentine. The whole double-dating with family members was just a little awkward. 

“Mom, you could have given me a heads up.”

“Looks who’s talking, Mr. Burst-through-the-door.  I didn’t say anything, because I didn’t want it to cause any issues between you and Halle. You seem so happy with her. We are just enjoying each other’s company and seeing where things go. We were both lonely. Enough about me, you must have something important to share to run a marathon in your suit?”

“I need some advice, from someone I trust, mom. So much has been happening lately, my head is swimming with information I cannot seem to sort through rationally. Maybe you can help me put things in order. Just saying it out loud may help.”

Marion listened as Seth dumped out the rest of the recent events in his life, making a messy pile of info on the table between them which was already covered with dirty dishes.  He added on to the story of Father Brogan’s visit (which she knew about), the tale that he also has twin half-siblings, who are not aware they all share a father. The girl is a secret and becoming a nun. The boy happens to be the young man currently on Death Row and the inmate of focus on his show. His network wants him to do a live execution broadcast and to make it all worse, he is pretty sure Joshua, the boy, is not guilty. That about sums it up, besides the supernatural events in his apartment. Marion did not interrupt with the million questions that filled her brain, but sat patiently waiting for he son to get it all out and empty the baggage he was carrying.

“Whoa son, heavy load. Let’s take one thing at a time to determine what you can do something about and what you will just have to ride out. What is burdening you the most at this moment?”

“I am battling a moral dilemma, mom. I am not sure I can, in good conscious, host a live execution. Especially one of a possible half-brother. But, I am legally bound to do it. It just feels so wrong and gratuitous. If I don’t do it, I could be fired or worse, sued. If I do, do it, I am not sure I can live with myself. But, if it is going to be done regardless, I wouldn’t want anyone else putting Joshua through difficult questions, trapping him, mocking him. I don’t want him to face death alone.”

“From what I hear, it sounds like you know what you need to do. When we care about someone, we are willing to do hard things for them, so they don’t have to suffer. You cannot take away this boy’s burden, but it sounds like you can help him carry it. I am proud of you Seth,”

Seth had not seen it from that perspective before. It was a sacrifice to do something he abhorred. But if he could save Joshua one ounce of pain, he could do it, he wanted to do it.  He felt a bit better, enough to eat one of his mom’s left-over chicken salad sandwiches on crescent roll with a bowl of her homemade vegetable soup.  He thanked his mother and gave her a long hug, before he left, both physically and emotionally fed. 

Out in front of her house on the sidewalk, Seth realized that he did not have a car. He walked to the corner and called an Uber to take him to his. Feeling much relief, but still not wanting to be alone, he dialed Halle’s number and left a message requesting her services for the evening, in whatever capacity she was available…as a psychic, girlfriend, or daughter of his mother’s beau. He smiled imagining her listening to it. 

Halle didn’t return his call, but arrived an hour or so after Seth got home. Barney Fife was sitting  beside him on the couch, front paws across Seth’s legs, licking his hand and sporadically the side of his face when Halle walked in.

“Tough day? Scoot over Barney-boy, I can take it from here.” She slid in beside Seth on the sofa.

“I came as soon as I heard your message. I’m available for number one, two or three, host’s choice.”

“I can probably use all three tonight. Just sit with me for a few minutes and then let’s see if you can get any more info out of the dead guys hanging out here. I could really use any insights they have to give ASAP.”

“The energy in this room is off the charts tonight. Someone wants to communicate so badly they are about to explode.” Halle picked up Seth’s saliva-coated hand and held it in her lap. They sat in silence. Anxiety erupting from his fingers and diffusing slightly as it flowed through hers. They really needed a breakthrough tonight, before Seth had a breakdown. She could feel the multiple emotions he experiencing without him saying a word. Peace back-flowed into Seth from the grounded girl beside him. She didn’t have to say things would be okay, she believed. It helped him hope too. 

Daylight dissipated into dusk as they sat. Occasionally Seth would verbalize his pressing concerns, which Halle already sensed, but vocalizing the words washed them away as well. Before complete darkness, Halle whispered in Seth’s ear. “Do you see what I am seeing?”  

Seth’s eyes scanned the room. He senses enhanced from Halle’s nearness. Across the room a faint glow that was ebbing and flowing. The shape was not static, but verged on a human form, almost a hologram, only with less density.  

“Is that a person?”

‘I think it’s our young friend. He is trying so hard to communicate with us, he has worked up a spiritual sweat of sorts. We can see his essence from all the energy expended. I don’t want to scare him away, but I need to get closer.” 

Halle let go of Seth’s now calmer hand and glided across the room next to the apparition. She was so close she could touch him and then she was amidst him.  Seth swallowed a shriek. What was she doing!? The two forms, translucent and opaque, overlapped as one. That is one way to communicate, the ultimate mind-meld, Seth thought. He was frozen in place on his fabric furniture. Halle began to put into words what she read from the presence.

“I am not picking up a name…just John Doe…I think he wants to remain anonymous.”

“No, Halle, there is a John Doe, Jonny Doe. The boy Joshua supposedly murdered.”

The power surge was so strong Halle was almost knocked to the floor. “I think you deciphered the identity of our unknown, Seth. I think this is Jonny. Welcome Jonny. You are among friends. But he is disagreeing about Joshua murdering him. Did you leave Seth the message? Did you write ‘not guilty’ in Latin on the shower door?” 

Jonny’s presence grew more intense. Halle continued. “I can sense powerful love in the room. Jonny you love Joshua…like a brother….and there is another brother? Does that make sense Seth?”

“More than you know. Ask if Joshua did not do it who did?”

“ It doesn’t work quite like that, but I will see what I can feel.”  Halle was so still for a few moments Seth wondered if she had fallen asleep standing up. Jonny’s light combined and separated, eerily intimate, with his girlfriend. “I am picking up the letter T. Does that mean anything to you?”

“Oh, gosh no, Sam’s middle initial is a T. Please don’t let it be him.”

“I am not getting positive energy in response to that name. There was another man in the park with them that night. Professional or from a profession nearby maybe?

“Profession nearby? That leaves, Librarian, Mortician, Policeman or Priest. Take your pick. Or there were homeless there at times too.” 

“Not homeless, but I think from one of the other four categories. T. is still coming strongly. Trumble or Treadman or Truman…Seth, maybe Google some of these last names in conjunction with Twin Falls. See if any there are any matches with T. names that might work in one of the businesses around the park. Jonny you are doing so well. I am proud of you. We want to help. Anything else? 

Halle was good at pausing to give Jonny time to express himself. Seth didn’t know if he could be as patient. He wanted to shake the information out of the boneless boy…gently of course. Halle continued reflecting what she thought she received. “Joshua came to help? Seth, I think Joshua was abused by the same man. He left to escape it, but returned when he knew Jonny was in trouble, Jonny had taken his place. Oh, Jonny we are so sorry he did not make it in time.”

The light that was Jonny almost burst into flame, then slowly subdued until it was barely visible. Halle collapsed on the floor in exhaustion. Seth sprinted the few feet to her side, scooped her up into his arms, cradling her on his lap. He could feel she was depleted, but content and happy. He put his chin on Halle’s curling head and waited a while for her to recover. Halle finally roused, but was still groggy and unable to carry on a continuous conversation. Seth laid her gently on the couch with a pillow, blanket  and Deputy Dog on guard by her feet. He pulled out his laptop to focus on finding this letter T. guy, while Halle recovered her strength. 

Seth first looked at all the T.’s associated with St. Edwards finding only, Helene Teresa, not likely a nun, and his father’s middle initial. He jotted down the two names and headed clockwise around the park to the business on the east, Twin Falls Public Library. There were over ten employees who worked at the library full or part-time. There was a Tara, first name, and Tueller, last name, but both were women. Only two were men were listed and the only T. name was a Theodore Mundy, who appeared to be well over sixty in his photo and about as virile as a boiled noodle. Seth knew looks could be deceiving, but he had his doubts on this old guy having the strength to overpower a tiny kitten, let alone a teenage male. 

The Mortuary had fifteen names on their website, but even though in the business of death,  there was not one T. on the whole list. They were easy to dismiss. That left the County Jail and Courthouse on the west side. It was a little more difficult to maneuver their website to find all listed on the county payroll. The Captain’s name was Tony Miller and a Tim Paxton was one of the officers who patrolled a beat around town. The last T. name he found was a Detective Thomas Truman. This guy also volunteered to serve over the Court Appointed Special Advocates, that according the information provided online, “support and promote abused or neglected children in order to provide children with a safe environment in permanent homes. In many jurisdictions the CASA are known as Guardians as litem”. 

The hair on the back of Seth’s neck stood on end like Barney’s did when he sensed danger and chills went through his whole body. This guy had complete access to the guardian-less kids who lived at St. Edwards. He was in a position to assist in providing a safe environment. A true wolf in sheep’s clothing prowling in their midst. There was no photo, but with the double T. name and his heart pounding in his chest, Seth had an idea this could be their man. He went over to Halle and put his hand lightly on her shoulder. Her eyes opened and she looked lucid. 

“Hals, I know you are beat, but what impressions do you get from the name, Tom Truman? 

Her body tensed noticeably under his touch and she shuddered. There was even a buzz of energy from the location Seth had last semi-seen Jonny across the room. 

“I will take that as an indication you both feel this could be the perp. Now the bad news. He works for the police department and our only evidence against him is from a dead boy and a psychic reader, which could  propose a problem.”

“But Seth, we have to do something.” 

“Don’t worry, I will. I plan to get together with Bear first thing in the morning and contact the governor’s office to request a stay of execution for Joshua. At least until they can evaluate the new evidence we have discovered.”

“On what grounds? A spirit appeared to your psychic girlfriend? They may find those facts  questionable.”

“No, how about …I have received new evidence from a witness who would like to remain anonymous. Sounds better than… has to remain anonymous, or at least invisible, because he is dead. I think I may get some journalistic leeway with an ‘anonymous source’ who fears for their life.  It is all we’ve got and we need to try. And a shout out to all you here from the other side, you’ll need to help too. Jonny, Amos and anyone else, maybe you can send some buddies over to influence the gov.? We are all on this mission together. Huddle, fist pump and let’s go team!” Seth was always Seth even in a crisis.

Bear helped Seth prepare the paperwork the next morning and drove it to the governor’s office himself. It was a last ditch effort, another Hail Mary, but Bear did some of his best work when the odds were not in his favor. It was cathartic to be able to assist his struggling friend in some way. Time was of the essence. Joshua’s Seth Row Special was tomorrow tonight and the execution scheduled for the morning after. Bear would put on the full court press if needed. 

CHAPTER 19

Upon the offender's death the body is immediately embalmed, and disposed of in one of the following ways:

• A relative or bona fide friend of the offender may demand or request the body within 48 hours after death, upon payment of a fee not to exceed US$25 for the mortician's services in embalming the deceased.

• If no relative or bona fide friend requests the body, the Anatomical Board of the State of Texas may request the body, but must also pay the US$25 fee for embalming services.

• If no relative, bona fide friend, or the Anatomical Board requests the body, the body shall be "decently buried" with the embalming fee to be paid by the county.

The TDCJ (Texas Department of Criminal Justice) keeps an online record of all of its executions, including race, age, county of origin, and last words. The TDCJ is the only corrections agency in the US to extensively catalog the last words of executed inmates, and the only one to post the last words other than California.

The main TDCJ prison cemetery for prisoners not picked up by their families after death is the Captain Joe Byrd Cemetery in Huntsville. Headstones of death row prisoners have prison numbers with the beginning “999”, a state designation for a death row inmate, or they have the letters "EX" or “X”.

Joshua was led into the interview area and seated at the table across from Seth. This young man was not like any other prisoner Seth had ever interviewed. More than that, he was not like any person he had ever known, inside prison or out. And not just because the condemned man was his half-brother. It was almost as if he did not care whether he lived or died. He was aloof, detached, separated or elevated from it all. But what happened did matter to Seth. 

As Seth observed the teen, he was more than convinced Sam had fathered Joshua too. The little similarities he had not noticed before glaringly stood out now. The way Joshua held his hands with fingers interlaced and rolled his thumbs, the cocked angle of his head with strong defiant jawline. The pale green eyes peering out of stubbled face. It was like Seth was looking at a younger version of himself in the mirror. A more handsome, more together, version of himself possibly, despite the fact the boy was wearing an orange jumpsuit and chains. Seth wondered if the television viewers could see the resemblance, it did not seem they could miss it, but he had. 

Halle had come along, she was waiting just outside the production area for moral support. If the execution actually took place in the morning, his mother would be there too. Father Brogan called and requested to be in attendance, but Seth feared the priest would not arrive in time if he traveled by bus again. So, though he had not totally forgiven the man, Seth sprung for Sam’s flight for Joshua’s sake. Josh’s father and Father both needed to be there, the fact there shared the same body saved Seth an extra ticket. 

He did not even know what to ask in the interview. Seth just wanted to have a heart-to-heart with his little brother. He wanted to know everything about him before it was too late, before he was gone…perhaps Josh would visit the apartment too and hang out with the other guys. Even his usual attempt at levity, was not helping relieve his stress.  Seth felt frantic, not his normal self-composed self.  For the first time, he knew the man before him was innocent and it made the interview an unbearable mockery. His stomach felt sick and he was getting a stress headache, but the show must go on. The young prisoner across from him looked as cool a cucumber…what did that even mean… Joshua just looked calm and at peace. 

“How are you this evening Joshua? I am aware there is a last minute appeal for a pardon, or at least a stay of execution in your behalf, resulting from some new evidence. Do you feel hopeful?”

“There is always hope, but whether I live less than twenty-four more hours, or twenty-four more years, does not really matter. It is more about what you do with the time you have been given here.”

“Do you feel, at only seventeen years old, like you have had enough time?”

“There is never enough time for those here on earth, but where I am going time is not measured, it is of no consequence. ”

“Is there anything you will miss?”

“There is one thing, or person, but I would prefer not to share their identity at this time. I believe I will also miss Seth, my brother, you have been fair and kind to me. I guess I will miss all things good.”

The ‘my brother’ comment caught Seth off guard. Did Joshua sense their relationship? Or was it more ‘my brother’ in the generic meaning that we are all brothers and sisters in God’s family? Seth wanted to tell him they were brothers, that they shared the same father. Did he dare? Seth decided to go off script and see where it took him. 

“For the record, I want you to know that I do believe in your innocence Joshua. Something I have never felt or expressed in any other of my Seth Row Specials.”

“You are a good man Seth, even though I know at times you doubt that you are. This world needs more men like you. You are on the right track. Life is a journey, we mortals usually cannot see the end as clearly as I can, but must do the best we can each day until it arrives. Perhaps a short life is easier.”

“How can you be so calm? Jonny spoke to us, I know you were trying to help him!” Seth had gone completely off the rails now. Jonny was dead. He had just admitted on air to be communicating with departed spirits. He dared not share he also had an idea who did commit the crime in case it enabled Mr. Truman to cover his tracks.”

“Jonny would do that for me. I wish it had been me instead of him. I would have died in his place. I look forward to seeing him again.”

“I understand that. I would die in your place Joshua. I truly am your brother.” 

Would he really? Was that true or did he say it for dramatic effect? No, Seth knew in his heart it was true. He would be willing to give his life for this little brother.  What a mind-blowing revelation. He wanted Joshua to know they were brothers. He did not want him to leave this world not knowing. He knew his audience would not understand, they would just think he was speaking in the metaphoric sense. He hoped somehow Joshua knew.  He wanted to shout, I really am your brother. Father Brogan actually fathered both of us.

“I believe you are sincere, Seth. But that will not be asked of you. Just the one request I gave you previously is enough.”

“I have done what you asked, but want to do more.” What more could he do? He would whisper in Joshua’s ear when they were off camera their biological connection. To hell, literally, with Father Brogan, he wanted his brother to know. Hopefully it would give him more peace than pain. In reality, the peace was for himself, Joshua had already arrived on that plain. But at least Joshua would know that Eliza would still have family that cared for her when he was gone. If he was gone. 

“Please don’t sorrow over me Seth. Death is what gives life meaning. If this precious commodity of earth life was endless, it would not be such a treasure. We value it because of its brevity. And where this life is pain, we are comforted that there will be an end one day and it will not go on forever.  The hardest part is leaving behind those we love or in worrying how much we will be missed. Fortunately, very few will miss me when I am gone.”

“I will. And now that America is getting to know you, I believe they will as well.”  

Now Seth was clinging on with his finger tips. He prayed the governor was watching and he had not prayed anything in a long time. Tomorrow morning’s show, if there was an execution show, hopefully not, wouldn’t include any segments of Joshua speaking live. The executives at the network had agreed with Seth’s opinion. They might show a few clips from tonight’s broadcast, but the decision had been made not to make the condemned young man speak as he walked to the platform of death…one small consolation. Seth had not noticed before now how close the words ‘executive’ and ‘executioner’ were. They both had the same root and they both dealt in vile business.

“Any last words, regrets, or anything you would like the world to know? This is your swan song moment.”

Why had he added those last trite words, habit he supposed, he wished he could suck them back in, but Joshua did not appear offended.”

“I have nothing to bequeath, so will leave my legacy in a short story. Like there are two falls in Twin Falls, in Israel there are two seas, the Sea of Galilee and the Dead Sea. Both are fed by the well known Jordan River. One is teaming with life. Its waters contain twenty-seven species of fish, some found nowhere else in the world. The shores surrounding it are blanketed by lush vegetation and birds. The other sea is toxic and bitter. No life lives there. They are both fed by the same source, so what makes the difference?  The Sea of Galilee has a tributary of the river flowing from it, this sea shares its abundance. The Dead Sea hoards all its water with no outlet. So it is in life, if we only receive, but do not give, we do not live. I hope I have lived.

If there was anything else I could say that would make a difference in this world, I would say it. I choose to end by quoting another, far more elevated, innocent man whose words are much more powerful than mine and who is also my elder brother… ‘forgive them for they know not what they do’.”

And with that, Bear the director, yelled cut and the screens of America’s TV viewing audience faded to black. 

EPILOGUE …Close the book now if you are satisfied and prefer an ambiguous ending!

What follows is an alternate ending for those who like things tied up in a pretty little package, to finish out their emotional ride in a positive way. If you would prefer to conclude the story in you own mind or determine what should happen yourself…please do not read.

3 MONTHS LATER:

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The trio sat around the old apartment table looking out the back window over Lake Waxahachie. Boats skimmed the surface, some fishing, some skiing, across the six hundred acres of water.  The surroundings were open and peaceful, totally the opposite of Seth’s historic downtown living.  He had moved almost a month ago now. Jonny and Amos did not follow him here as roomies, but finally felt able to move on to the next realm together. Joshua had moved with Seth to this new location on the lake and was sitting at the table with him and Halle. Much had transpired in the last three months since the execution. Seth was grateful every day that Josh was living with him, not as an apparition, but with real live flesh and blood. 

After their intense Seth Row Special together, Seth decided not to whisper in Josh’s ear their shared lineage, but waited until Father Brogan arrived the next morning. He gave the priest an opportunity to tell Joshua himself, if not Seth assured his dad, he would. Seth did not want his brother going to the grave without knowing who he really was and that he had an actual family who loved and cared about him. Humbled to the core, the man of cloth had taken the higher road. Real tears rolled down and splashed on his robes as Sam, with deep and apparently sincere sorrow, shared an abridged version of the story he had already told Seth. Joshua took the news better than Seth had and both sons were able to forgive their shared father. Staring death in the face from any angle does that to a person. Sam T. Brogan promised to tell Eliza the truth too when he returned to Twin Falls. The girl, Joshua’s twin sister, did not travel to the execution with the priest in hopes of keeping her identity safely hidden away from the media madness.

Seth and his crew had arrived, set up and were ready for the appalling live execution show to go on that fateful Saturday morning. It was to pre-empt the normal Saturday morning fare, ironically cartoons.  Less than an hour before air time, the governor’s office called with a thirty day stay of execution to allow time to check out new leads on the case, those provided via Jonny, Halle, Seth and Bear. A full pardon followed twenty-one days later, after some DNA on Jonny’ body matched Tom Truman’s. Seth was sure Jonny had been in Idaho helping along the official investigation. Joshua was released to Seth’s custody and Seth, a legal blood relative, was made his permanent guardian until Josh turned eighteen. 

When Seth found out the good news, he impulsively asked Halle how she felt about having a teenage son, or twins, in a haphazard marriage proposal. It had come out of his mouth in jest, but after the words were given life, both had known they were right. Seth and Halle would be married as soon as all the final arrangements could be made. It would not be at the Bell Tower Chapel and Gardens as Tillie had planned, but a perfect place for the two of them….here on the lake in their own back yard. Halle would be married, become a step-mom, and move in on the same day. It looked like their nuptials would probably take place before Bear and Ainsley’s. When it was right, it was right. Bear would be his best man and then Seth would be Bear’s a few weeks later.  The two would be begin another chapter of their lives together, but Seth was way ahead of him on the kid thing. 

Tonight was a house warming for Seth, Josh and soon to be Halle’s, new home on Lake Waxahachie. The home was not ostentatious, but a perfect for them, three bedroom brick home with a dock and access to the lake. Water was soothing and cleansing. Seth and Halle hoped the waves would wash away much of the trauma Josh had experienced in his young life. 

The guest list was small. Bear and Ainsley, Gun, Jake and Joey with plus ones, if they asked anyone. His mother and Raul were invited too and any paranormal being who felt so inclined to join them. Eliza Marie was flying into Love Field in Dallas in just three hours for the party and then planned to spend a few weeks in the third bedroom which would be designated hers. Eliza wanted to finish the postulate program first and find out if she felt called to take the vows of a nun. If not, Seth hoped she knew she would always have a place in his home.…their home…his and Halle’s. He liked the sound of that. 

 Marion would be at the house soon to help Halle with last minute food and set-up, while Seth and Josh drove to pick up Eliza at the airport. His mother had been thrilled with their impending wedding plans and becoming a grandma so swiftly. Seth only hoped she would not want a double wedding, not his with Bear, but for herself and Raul. The couple was getting pretty chummy and were definitely headed in that direction, it was only a matter of time. His father-in-law would soon become his step-father as well, he was pretty sure. Seth was destined to go from no father to four father figures in his life if he added up all the titles. 

Father Brogan would not be performing any of the ceremonies, not only were none of them Catholic, but Seth needed to keep some parts of his life separate. He did invite the priest as a guest and hoped he would come. This disjointed family all needed some healing time. Seth pitied the  poor person who tried to figure out their family tree, it would look more like a tangled jungle. But it was good. He was happy. In the past year his family had gone from a mere two, he and his mom, to a soon-to-be seven, with more possible on the horizon. 

The three were totally relaxed as they watched the smooth water wash in and and out on their small strip of shoreline. 

“Interesting how calm the lake is right now, when it was so choppy just moments earlier.” Halle observed breaking the silence. 

“I choose smooth over rough water anytime…you know…for smooth sailing. It feels delightful to float for awhile, come up for air and not be buried by crashing waves.” 

“Smooth is nice Seth, but I like the mix, the choppy adds a taste of adventure and let’s us appreciate the smooth. What do you think, Josh?”

The recently freed teen didn’t answer for so long, the other two wondered if he had heard any of their conversation. 

“Sorry, I was just appreciating the water and everything else. Savoring the moment I suppose. It still amazes me that I am here, sitting with you guys to see it. I never thought I would see anything else on this earth, besides the four cement walls with an iron barred door.  I think I prefer water best flowing over me. Not drowning but buried in the water, feeling it on every part of me, reminding me I am alive…like being baptized to my new life and beginning.”

The surrogate parents had nothing to add to the wise words of their newly acquired son.  

Instead Seth jumped up, “Let’s go get our Sis.”

AUTHORS NOTES

I woke up in the middle of the night with the title of this novel in my head knowing it was about a man who had a show about Death Row. The storyline and characters kept coming like they wanted to be told. Some made me laugh out loud. The unique premise made me uncomfortable at times through the process and the subject matter made me squirm at times. I hope I added light, or at least insights, to a dark topic.

All the facts about Waxahachie, The Rogers Hotel and Huntsville Prison are true, with one exception.  Although the executions are done at the Huntsville Prison, the male and females on Death Row are both housed separately at prisons nearby. I made the locations the same for convenience of the story.  I have a son and his family who live in Waxahachie, so have been able to visit this historical location on a few occasions and felt it would make an interesting setting for this book. Then I spent much of my youth growing up in Twin Falls, Idaho and am very familiar with that area. I attended concerts in Twin Falls City Park and had friends who attended St. Edwards Catholic School. It did not have a live-in facility during my lifetime, but I needed it to have one. The park is surrounded on the four sides by the structures and businesses mentioned.

I have not completely sorted out how I feel about the death penalty, but Seth and this story reflect part of my internal debate. There is a a also water theme ‘running’ throughout the book.  Water is life-giving, cleansing, healing, helps things grow, baptizes and is matter from which tears are made. It was not obvious, but there if you look for it…the name of one city is Twin Falls, also Shoshone Falls is there, higher than Niagara, the Snake River, rain falling, mud puddle, mist on shower, tears of many, Lake Waxahachie, etc.

Hopefully the reader will think about and feel things from different perspectives as they read the words of Seth Row. Blessings.

REFERENCES:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capital_punishment

https://deathpenaltyinfo.org/time-death-row

https://www.infoplease.com/us/crime/women-death-row-are-still-rare

Victor L. Streib's research in "Death Penalty For Female Offenders, January 1, 1973 through February 20, 2013." 

http://cw33.com/2015/10/31/dfw-ghost-stories-haunted-history-a-permanent-guest-at-rogers-hotel/

http://blogforelliscountytexashistory.blogspot.com/2008/06/movies-filmed-in-waxahachie.html

https://www.balancedpolitics.org/death_penalty.htm

http://www.micheleknight.com/articles/psychic/psychic-readings/psychic-readings-explained/

http://deniselescano.com/psychic-readings/what-to-expect/

https://www.catholicidaho.org/clergy